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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Make Up,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.