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 Belarus and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Deakin,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.