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 Oman 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
The Gories,
UT,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.