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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Amon Düül II to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
UT,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.