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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.