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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.