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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Velvet Underground to the techno 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Faust,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Wire,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.