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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
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Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.