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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.