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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.