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 Turkey and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.