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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.