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 Tonga and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 güiro 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.