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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Q65,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.