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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.