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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Chrome,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.