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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.