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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.