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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.