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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.