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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.