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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.