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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Main Source to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.