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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.