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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.