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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.