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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.