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 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Pole,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.