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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.