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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.