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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.