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 India and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.