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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
The Litter,
The Motions,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.