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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Newcleus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.