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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.