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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.