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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.