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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.