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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.