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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.