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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
CMW,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.