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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.