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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.