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 Iraq and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.