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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the rap 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.