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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.