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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.