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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
DNA,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.