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 Mexico and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.