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 Belarus 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Remains 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
The Doors,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.