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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 theremin 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
10cc,
World's Most,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.