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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA 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?
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.