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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Skaos,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.