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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.