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 Egypt 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.