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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 808 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.