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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.