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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Make Up,
Swans,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.