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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.