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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.