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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.