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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Brick,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.