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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.