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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.