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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.