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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.