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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.