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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Tommy Roe 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.