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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.