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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.