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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the rap 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.