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 Estonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.