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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.