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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the grunge 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.