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 Lithuania 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Marmalade,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.