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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.