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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.