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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.