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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.