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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 snare 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up 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?
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.