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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.