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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.