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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.