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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Last Poets to the crunk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.