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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.