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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
The Saints,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.