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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.