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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.