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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Inner City,
the Association,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.