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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.