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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Chrome,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.