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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.