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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.