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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Organ,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Mars,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.