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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the rap 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.