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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.