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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.