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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.