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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.