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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.