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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Litter to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.