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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Skarface,
CMW,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.