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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.