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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Terry 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.