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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Section 25 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Faust,
Qualms,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.