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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.