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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.