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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.