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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.