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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.