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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.