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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.