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 Guinea and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.