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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
June Days,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.