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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.