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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance 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?
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.