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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 L. Decosne 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Skarface,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
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.