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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.