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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.