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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.