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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.