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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Wire,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.