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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.