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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
X-102,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Crime,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.