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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Technova,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.