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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Amazonics to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.