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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.