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 China and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.