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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 The Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.