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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.