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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.