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 Guatemala 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.