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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.