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 Togo and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
X-102,
Pole,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.