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 Antigua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.