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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.