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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Selecter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.