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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Pylon to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon 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 grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Wings,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.