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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.