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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.