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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Swans to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.