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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.