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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.