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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
UT,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.