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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.