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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Interpol,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.