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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.