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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Audionom,
Nas,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.