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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.