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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.