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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.