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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.