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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Nas,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.