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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.