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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.