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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
The Victims,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.