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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.