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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
June Days,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.