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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.