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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Groovy Waters to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.