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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.