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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.