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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Smoke to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
CMW,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.