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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Kayak,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.