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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.