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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
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.