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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.