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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.