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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.