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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.