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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.