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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.