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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.