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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
The Martian,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
AZ,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.