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 Comoros 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.