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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.