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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
UT,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.