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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Crime,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.