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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.