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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.