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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 güiro 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 Motorama 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.