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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.