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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
The Names,
June of 44,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.