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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.