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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.