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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.