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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Fear,
the Association,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.