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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.