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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.