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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.