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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Television,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.