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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Trojans to the disco 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Can,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Excepter,
X-101,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
This Heat,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
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.