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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.