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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.