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 South Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.