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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s 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 New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.