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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.