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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.