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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.