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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.