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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Monks,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.