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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Golliwogs 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.