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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 II to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.