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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Television,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.