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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Can,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.