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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.