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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.