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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Inner City to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.