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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.