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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Nas,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.