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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.