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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.