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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.