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 United Kingdom 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.