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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.