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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.