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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.