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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.