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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.