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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the rap 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.