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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.