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 London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.