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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Normal to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Niagra,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.