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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Roxette to the grunge 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.