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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
The Toasters,
MC5,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.