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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Index,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.