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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Pretty Things to the funk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
ABC,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.