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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.