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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.