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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
UT,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.