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 Mauritania 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Niagra to the jazz 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
EPMD,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.