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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.