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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.