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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Organ to the jazz 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.