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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.