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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.