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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.