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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the grunge 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.