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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.