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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.