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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.