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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.