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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the jazz 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.