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 Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.