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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Pole,
The Move,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.