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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.