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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.