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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.