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 San Marino 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.