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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Goldenarms to the funk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Can,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
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.