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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.