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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Aswad to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.