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 Benin and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.