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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Sonics to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.