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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.