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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Fat Boys to the grime 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Monks,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.