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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.