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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Television,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.