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 Ecuador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
The Names,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.