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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
UT,
The Residents,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.