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 St Lucia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
UT,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.