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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 John Cale to the crunk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.