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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
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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.