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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.