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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.