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 Thailand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Kinks 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.