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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Procol Harum 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Gong,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.