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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.