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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.