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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Swans,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.