Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.