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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.