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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.