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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Rekid,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.