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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Grauzone 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Can,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.