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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.