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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.