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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Franke,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Brick,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.