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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.