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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.