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 United Kingdom 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Bad Manners to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Can,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.