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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
The Motions,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.