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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin 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 The Searchers to the funk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.