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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Basic Channel to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.