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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the rap 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.