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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.