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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.