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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.