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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 mellotron 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.