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 Mozambique and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.