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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.