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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.