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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
ABC,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.