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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.