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 India and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.