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 Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.