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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Ludus to the grime 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.