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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.