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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Ten City,
Television,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.