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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.