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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Invisible to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.