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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Mars,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.