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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Faust,
UT,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Index,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.