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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Brick,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.