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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.