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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.