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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
David Bowie,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.