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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.