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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.