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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Scion,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Technova,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.