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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 sitar 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 The Wake to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.