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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.