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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.