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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.