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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 June Days to the punk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.