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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.