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 Gambia and from New York.
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 Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Grauzone to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Slave,
Can,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.