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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.