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 Papua New Guinea 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Deakin,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.