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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.