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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.