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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Unwound,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.