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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.