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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.