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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.