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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.