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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.