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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.