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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.