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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.