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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.