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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Oneida,
The Litter,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.