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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.