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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cybotron to the funk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.