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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Japan,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.