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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.