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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 New York Dolls to the techno 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
MC5,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.