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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.