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 India and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.