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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
The Index,
Cluster,
Television,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.