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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Index,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.