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 Romania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Urselle,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.