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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.