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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
Supertramp,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.