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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 The Evens to the grunge 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.