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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
X-102,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.