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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.