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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.