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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.