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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.