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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Index to the punk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
CMW,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Brick,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.