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 Burkina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.