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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.