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 Syria and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.