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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.