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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.