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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.