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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.