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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Motorama,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.