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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 clarinet 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.