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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.