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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Fear,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.