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 Slovakia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Visage,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.