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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Japan,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.