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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.