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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Index,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.