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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.