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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.