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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 The Kinks 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.