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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.