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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner 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.