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 Togo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.