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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.