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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.