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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.