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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.