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 Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Last Poets 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Oneida,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Index,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.