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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.