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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.