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 Dominica 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.