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 Philippines and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.