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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.