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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Don Cherry to the rap 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.