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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Organ to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Wire,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.