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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 mellotron 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 Magma to the funk 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 Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.