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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
June of 44,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.