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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.