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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.