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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.