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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Vogues 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.