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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.