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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters 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?
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.