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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.