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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Moby Grape to the grunge 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Brick,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Monks,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.