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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.