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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.