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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Eli Mardock to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.