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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.