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 Spain and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.