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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.