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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.