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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.