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 India and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.