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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.