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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.