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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
The Gories,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.