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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.