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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Smog,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.