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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
AZ,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.