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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Goldenarms to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.