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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.