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 Madagascar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.