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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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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.