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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
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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.