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 Cameroon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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?
Black Sheep,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.