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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Warsaw 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Nico,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.