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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 sitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Audionom,
the Association,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.