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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Trojans to the grunge 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.