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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.