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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.