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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Cure to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.