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 Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
ABC,
the Human League,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.