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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.