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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.