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 Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Nico,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.