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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.