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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.