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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.