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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Darondo,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Can,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.