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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.