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 Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Pagans,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.