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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.