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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.