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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.