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 Angola and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.