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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.