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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.