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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.