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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Animal Collective 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.