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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Ossler,
MC5,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.