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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.