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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.