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 France and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.