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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Ituana,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.