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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
DNA,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.