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 Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Index,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.