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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.