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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.