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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Fear,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.