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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.