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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.