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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Skarface,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.