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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Scion,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.