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 United States and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.