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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.