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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.