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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.