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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
PIL,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.