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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
the Germs,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.