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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.