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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Seeds 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.