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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.