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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Wire,
PIL,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.