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 Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros 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 grime 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Wings,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.