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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.