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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Magma to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.