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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
UT,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.