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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.