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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 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 Moby Grape to the funk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.