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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.