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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.