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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.