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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.