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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Josef K to the crunk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.