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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 AZ to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.