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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Neu!,
Skaos,
June Days,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.