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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 The Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.