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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.