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 Guyana 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Womack. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci 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?
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.