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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.