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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Suburban Knight to the dance 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.