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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.