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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.