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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.