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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the disco 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.