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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 the Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.