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 the UAE 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Babytalk to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.