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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Little Man to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.