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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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-102 to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.