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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.