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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 DNA to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
cv313,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.