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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
AZ,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.