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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest 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?
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.