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 Vietnam 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grey Daturas to the techno 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Television,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.