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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Christs to the disco 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.