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 Samoa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 sitar 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 Swell Maps 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Technova,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
June of 44,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.