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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
The Names,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.