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 Malaysia and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.