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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.