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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood 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?
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.