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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.