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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.