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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
New Order,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.