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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Mars,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.