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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.