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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Letta Mbulu 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Aswad,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.