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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.