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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.