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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.