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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Nico,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.