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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s 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 Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.