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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.